A Collective Binding, Banishing, and Unmaking Spell Against Cruelty Done in the Name of ICE

This is something that's being passed around here in my corner of the magickal community. If it sounds like something you'd like to participate in, feel free to do so. It's for this current waning moon cycle.

A Collective Binding, Banishing, and Unmaking Spell Against Cruelty Done in the Name of ICE {{please share}}

On these nights of a waning moon, stand or sit firmly rooted.

"We call upon our ancestors, our guardians, and the fierce mothers of justice.

We breathe until our spines become pillars between worlds.

We speak the Words of Unmaking.

We call to the powers that walk with the oppressed,

to the mothers who protect all children,

to the spirits that rise whenever cruelty is carried out in the name of law.

Hear us now.

We bind the machinery of ICE from causing further harm.

We bind the hands that tear families apart.

We bind the cold gears of bureaucracy that grind human hearts.

May every act of cruelty freeze, falter, and fail.

May every injustice collapse in its tracks.

May every wound they would create turn to dust before it reaches the innocent.

We summon a great unraveling.

Let the structures of oppression weaken.

Let the roots of injustice rot.

Let the engines of suffering choke on their own corruption and lose all power.

This is not a harm to people.

This is a harm to harm itself.

This is a curse upon cruelty,

a hex upon inhumanity,

a binding upon the instruments that enforce pain.

We call upon the forces of liberation.

Break the cages.

Scatter the chains.

Confound the enforcers of cruelty until their authority dissolves.

From this moment forward,

let every action they take be tangled, delayed, and undone.

Let compassion become a stone in their path.

Let justice become a storm in their corridor.

By the fire of truth,

by the waters of mercy,

by the bones of the ancestors who walked toward freedom.

So it is spoken.

So it is sealed.

So it is done."

If this working returns threefold,

it returns as blessing, cleansing, and protection,

flowing to us as light,

harming none and healing all.

Let any echo become a shield around us

and a lamp before us.

Our names are protected.

Our spirits are untouched.

Our magic returns only as grace.